video

[glassbox]

[ The post to the network, when it flickers to life, shows two costumed figures, and behind them is essentially the rubble of a building that may have been recently destroyed. As it is, there is still something of a backdrop of a wall, even if it's littered in scorch marks and looks like it's about to fall apart.

One of the figures, the one who doesn't really look like he's paying attention to the other, leaned against the wall, arms crossed, looking every bit like an uninterested bruiser, although there's definitely a very obvious scorch mark on the cape, made even more obvious whenever the wind picks up just enough to make the red cape flutter in the wind.

The woman stretches out her remarkably long limbs before she finally pipes up: ]

Y'know, I figure there's kinda some truth t'that whole "opposites" thing. Not sayin' with the whole attraction bit, 'cause y'could be a horse under that bag and I wouldn't know any better, but we make a pretty good team. [ Obviously, she has no issue with the fact that her companion is probably not actually listening to her much. ] Y'might be an asshole, but y'sure can fight crime. Don't let anyone tell y'that y'need t'be registered t'be any good 'round here.

[ HJ just turns his head to look at her, that whole black hood tipping only slightly, as if he hadn't actually been paying attention to her, eyes narrowing, caught by the camera while he took a moment to figure out what she was getting at. ]

Of course you don't. [ That was blunt, wasn't it? His voice clearly says that HJ is actually in a "talkative" mood. ] It's a lie they're perpetuating. That only ones that agree are worthwhile to them. The moment you do not is the moment they consider you more criminal than hero, despite what we do. Like most governments, there is something fundamentally wrong with that way of thinking. Not that they are willing to listen.

Their loss. [ She shrugs, exhaling lightly. ] I bet we could take on just about anythin'.

[ His hood tilted, as if that wasn't even a question. Arms adjusted over his chest. ] Perhaps. Most do not expect to find opposition until it's too late.

Too bad for them, eh? [ She nudges HJ in the ribs with her elbow. ] Y'think we should come up with a name for our dynamic duo? Diamond Justice? Just Diamonds? [ She quirks a grin, obviously making fun of him. Then glancing at the camera: ] I'm takin' votes an' suggestions.

Comments

voice;

[enigmaestro]

Justice can be broken into syllables, and diamonds are the iced gems.

How about "Ice Sickle" -- because this is literally making me ill.

voice;

[ropedin]

[ Ugh. It's Eddie. ]

Be quiet, if you're not going to say anything useful.

[enigmaestro]

Just because you don't comprehend it, that doesn't annihilate the usefulness of my sayings.

voice;

[glassbox]

Are y'upset or somethin'?

[enigmaestro]

Did you know that Hooded Justice, sadomasochism expert and humorless vigilante, is looming right by you?

video.

[selfequipped]

[Ah, the remnants of a fight. Kate hasn't seen as many of those here. It reminds her of home, to the point that she actually has to pause to recognize that fact.

Heropa is certainly much less violent than New York City.

But suggestions. Right, she likes this game, even if she knows her own inability to come up with a) a codename before being granted Hawkeye and b) a better name for the Young Avengers speaks volumes. Oh well.]

What about the Clear Cut Duo?

permavoice.

[ropedin]

[ His voice sounds nearly muffled, like he doesn't know how to hold the communicator right. Even so, his voice very clearly says that he doesn't really want to take any of these suggestions. ]

That is terrible.

Re: permavoice.

[selfequipped]

What do you go by, exactly?

[She grasped Justice, but she has to make sure that it's not just that.]

video.

[glassbox]

Don't listen t'him. I like it.

voice;

[waiting]

How about 'Lil' Justice'?

[ Deadpan. ]

voice;

[ropedin]

No.

[ Why did he agree to going out to fight crime with Lil again? ]

What kind of an idiot suggests that?

[ Hooded Justice: obviously good with people. ]

voice;

[glassbox]

[ a little muffled laugh. ]

Rick.

voice;

[reptiledysfunction]

You could always wait until you get an epithet from the press. That's how it worked with-- [and here his voice cuts off. Because Connors wants to say 'me' but stops himself just in time.] --with some others back home.

voice;

[ropedin]

I don't think they should be trusted with even that.

[ Says the guy who's name came from the media. ]

voice;

[glassbox]

I dunno about that. Then you're kinda stuck with what y'get.

VOICE.

[retropolis]

[ Oh my god.

What.

The.

Hell. ]

You have got to be kidding me.

VOICE.

[ropedin]

She is. [ He hopes. ]

VOICE.

[glassbox]

Kiddin' y'about what?

AUDIO.

[selfimage]

Will there be a poll later? I may be more than interested in adding to the sound of the crowd.

I'm quite fond of "Just Diamonds."

[glassbox]

Dunno if HJ is a poll kinda guy.

[ wryly: ]

Actually, I ain't sure how he feels about democracy in general.

[ropedin]

No. There will not be.

[ Party pooper. ]

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[lucke]

Or some live to seek it out.

[A sly grin hitched up one side of his face, a half-hearted veil against the carnal glee smouldering behind his eyes.]

That's a pretty bold statement. One might even mistake it for a challenge. [A quick careless shrug] Or is trashing buildings the only thing you can boast about?

Voice

[ropedin]

It was collateral. [ Simply. Coldly. Like conversation is an inconvenience. ]

Video

[glassbox]

Y'must've missed the part where I said I'd bet we could take jus' about anyone.

voice; WHO CARES IF I'M LATE

[notdaredevil]

[He can only think of one thing to say, about all of this.]

If you're coming out of retirement, does that mean I should be bringing you guys plants?